Oh the life of a journalist, I was at the lovely 'Hey You Get Off My Pavement' yesterday outside the even lovely-er Mono in the not so lovely rain. So now I'm feeling back to normal (I think I was still drunk when I woke up) but ever so slightly concerned about the fact that I slept in and didn't have time for a shower this morning. I'm trying desperately not to move about too much, I've smelt alcohol on people before and it's not pretty! I don't think I smell, but you know. I might.
Also it was my new hair cut's debut at work today and it looks slightly dishevelled, half of the reason being standing outside in the rain all day yesterday and the other half of the reason is that I fell asleep on the bus. For the WHOLE journey. That's like nearly an hour and a half. And I missed my stop and had to walk all the way from the bus station. It was a good wee sleep though, better than sleeping on the train where people look at you and stuff.
So here I am without a desk (I borrow from those who aren't in work, but during the festival it seems that everyone likes to show face!) Looking for a partner in crime to see Simon Amstell (YUM) on Saturday night, preferably someone who won't mind when he decides that he's no longer gay and is in love with me and I have to run away to Spain with him.
Any takers?
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